"Amy?"

"What's sup, losers?" she responded, ignoring our shock filled faces and the fact that we were all being held captive on some maniac's private island. You know, the usual. 

"I thought you were dead" Brandon whispers. He was probably the most shocked out of all of us. I couldn't blame him though. She was as good as dead when she ran off into the jungle that day. If it wasn't for this facility, she'd be dead.

"It's not like you guys came looking for me anyways." She says while smacking her gum. Gum. I didn't know how much I had missed the everyday things like that until this moment. "Michael told me to come get you guys for something important, I don't know what it is."

And with that she walked out into the hallway, waiting for us to go and follow her. We all looked at each other, weighing out the possible good and bads of following her. 

"I say we go." Patrick finalizes.

We all get up slowly and form a clump of bodies behind Amy, leaving the gray room for now. As soon as we are back in the hallway, I remember how white everything is. After being in a dark room for a while, the light felt bad to my eyes. It hurt just to look at anything.

I noticed that Amy was wearing the uniformity white just like the rest of us. The only difference, was that she was wearing bright red earrings shaped like stars. I couldn't help but to think of the color of blood when I looked at them. 

We turned a few corners till she stopped at a room with a glass window, giving us a view of the inside of it. All I saw were chemicals in bottles and people in white lab coats running around the room, checking up on experiments, before she opened the door to let us in. I was about to walk in, when she stopped me.

"Michael wants to see you first." She points to the door across the hall that had a managers look to it. I looked hesitantly at everyone before I walked over to the door. I heard a door slam and knew that I was alone in the hall now. I could run. No one was looking, I could find a way out. But that was when I noticed the camera in the ceiling. They weren't letting us go anytime soon.

I open the door and I'm greeted by the citrusy smell of oranges. I saw that the source of the smell was a candle on the big managers desk. I sat in the chair in front of the desk and took in my surroundings. This room was blue, unlike the rest of the facility that I've seen. There were pictures on the wall of different landscapes and views, but other picture frames held certificates and awards. On the book shelf to the right there were books about 3 inches wide. They were probably there just to impress anyone who came in, but I wasn't included. I finally noticed a picture propped up on his desk. It was a family photo. This sorry excuse for a human had a family! I had never asked about his family when I was found, but now I knew. I hope his wife left him when he was arrested. 

I finally stared down the man in the comfy black chair on the other side of the desk. He was just as I remembered him from this morning. He was wearing a white linen suit, which made him look even more creepy, and a light blue silk tie.

"So, we meet again." He starts, giving me a smile that was meant to be friendly, but I saw the sinister smirk under it. After all, I had more experience with it than most others did. 

"Let's cut to the chase now, shall we?" I tell him, cutting off his next remark with my own. 

"Ok, did you notice the room where all your friends were sent to?" He says, implying something other than a casual observation. He knew something I didn't, or he thought I knew something he didn't.

"Yes, the room with the test tubes and lab coated people? I noticed. What?, are they going to be lab rats or something?" I say, getting a little annoyed by him, even though he hadn't done anything harmful to them, yet.

"No, no. they're just there for a little insurance." 

"So, they're there so if I don't answer your questions, they'll be punished?"

"Yes."

"But I already answered everything you had to ask me in the interview room, what do you possibly have to ask me this time? Is it because we're in private this time? So you can tell me your little disgusting fantasies like you used to?" I ask him, almost repulsed by the thought. 

"You should watch your tone there with me missy. Remember what happened the last time you mouthed off to me? If I could remember correctly, it didn't end up so prettily for you." He smirks as I shudder at the memory.

"What do you want then?" I whisper. I knew that any response could tick him off again, and that wasn't a pretty sight to see either.

"You." My eyes widen and I scoot back a little in my chair. No, no, no. My heart started pumping faster than inhumanly possible. When I walked in, I had also noticed that there was no camera in here. No one would know if he killed me now, or worse. He stared back at me and started laughing his head off. The sick animal was amused by my reaction! 

"Don't worry, Payton, I was joking." He says, smiling over at me. " I won't hurt you, yet." And with that his expression got serious again. I gulped and waited for him to tell me what I was doing here.

"Well, I was planning on-" he never got to finish his thought, because a blaring noise went off. My ears felt like they were bursting. I couldn't think, I couldn't even process my thoughts, the noise hurt that much.

He ran out the room, but not before turning back to me first. "I'll be back." He said as he ran out to find the source off the noise. I saw figures running in every direction. Something had gone wrong.

It was an alarm. Something had gone terribly wrong.